Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.